I Thank Hashem by Sara Gerber
Every Friday night The candles that we light, They make
Every Friday night The candles that we light, They make
There is a certain time each week, That you will
BH When the sun goes down, all girls and women,
Flames so hot Wax melting down As I wave three
I strike the match and watch the flame ignite The
Imagine you had a private audience with the king. What
As she looked at the blazing yellow light in front
BH Hashem, when the pain and suffering raged, the horror